The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream is not a dream, but a room. You know this because the air tastes of copper and stale tea, and the walls are made of stone that hums against your fingertips. You are in the cellar of a house you do not recognize, yet your body knows the layout of the shadows. The air is thick, heavy with the weight of centuries. You are a detective, though you carry no badge, only a lantern that burns...

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